#wildpoetry

[thewildwomanbook]

I’ve dated some beautiful men. Most of them walked away with the same story. They couldn’t be emotionally available to me. ⠀⠀ Every single relationship, every single encounter, is a mirror through which partners observe each other. We can observe in our reflection the hidden wounds that being alone dimmed. To have encountered men closing their hearts, meant mine was closed too, so I’ve worked on opening my heart, and kept it open. However, after looking at the same image over again, and have gone through my healing, I realized that this mirror might also be pushing me back to make some reflections. ⠀⠀ What I see now in these very sensitive men are confused minds. Men that keep wandering the earth with a feeling of guilt that they cannot set aside. They empathize with collective guilt. They question themselves and their sanity, and they feel incapable of staying with their partners and looking at their reflections up close. These men feel unlovable, and when a woman loves them, they shun this love and the possibility it could ever truly happen. They feel incapable of giving. ⠀⠀ How I wish I could show them life through a Wild Woman’s eyes. I would show them that women don’t need men, but we desire to love them. That all we want is a partner who wishes to explore all the remote corners of this exciting world, and of the Self, while holding our hand. ⠀⠀ The beauty you see in me is your reflection. ⠀⠀ Divine Masculine, we love you for who you are. We love you for the warm love that emanates from your being when you decide to meet us, feeling nervous but with a ravenous excitement to make love to life and then land fully present here with us. ⠀⠀ As a woman meeting these men, I don’t know what to do. But, I know what not to do. I won’t hold men in contempt. I can’t force them to change their story. And I won’t stop loving them. ⠀⠀ 🖤 #wildpoetry (at Miami, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/returningtothewildwoman/p/BymCj3uA8Vc/?igshid=vey9uid35fh5

[marisadonnelly]

I don’t want my life to fit in a little box, to bend, ⠀ to mold, to be a certain shape. I want to lean my head back ⠀ and take in the sky and all its colors.⠀ I want to stick out my tongue and lick the fresh rain. ⠀ I want to squish my toes into dirt and lay ⠀ in the green grass and close my eyes.⠀ ⠀ I don’t want to follow rules, ⠀ but make my own, soaking ⠀ up this earth and all the sunshine. ⠀ ⠀ So please, run wild with me.⠀ ⠀ _____⠀ #somewhereonahighway #runwild #runwildwithme #wildpoetry #borntobewild #marisadonnelly #marisadonnellypoetry https://www.instagram.com/p/BsrLeRthcBD/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=ambmzl41bv2g

[feelings-on-trees-blog]

Even with broken wings, the heart still knows how to be free..

[deepbluewolf-blog]

Wild

[thewildwomanbook]

#WildPoetry ⠀⠀ I was driving down a causeway and I witnessed a love affair. ⠀⠀ I had the sun, posing to my far left in the west as I drove north over and up the bridge. He wore an orange smile. I felt as if he was flirting with me, but I realized he was looking past me. His stare was profound, warm, and it completely transversed me. ⠀⠀ He was staring at the moon. She was in the far east. She was full. The Snow Moon. Wearing her glimmered silver rags, she was lost in her dreams and in her songs. She danced and frolicked around the stars and the different purple shades of the sky. ⠀⠀ I felt the passion of the sun. I felt his desire to cross over the ocean that separated them. He was in awe of her. He was turning red. Turning passion, turning soon, dead. He knew he couldn’t approach her, touch her or smell her. For the closer he’d come, the farther she’d spin away. ⠀⠀ He wondered if she thought of him. Little did he know, her inner glow, her sparkly skin was alive because of him. ⠀⠀ The sun had his last minutes counted. It was time to go away. Time to meet his fate. The setting of himself. He only knew to rise and set oblivious of the concept of a tomorrow. ⠀⠀ He only knew about his present. He only knew about his love. This love that powered the fervor and ferocity of his splendor. But he also knew his death was near. ⠀⠀ As he set, as he slid down the horizon and disappeared, he left his last words in majestic pinks, reds and orange-tinted clouds. He wrote he was dying happy because he had loved. ⠀⠀ I kept driving down the bridge. The sun's last sigh took over my skin. Every pore of mine was in love with his love. And I wondered: If the sun had known that he would see her again tomorrow, would he have loved the same way? I Look forward to fall in love again, like the sun, after many sunsets, yet for the first time.... again. ⠀⠀ — (at Miami, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/returningtothewildwoman/p/Bw-4ZqUHo5m/?igshid=ngac8dsa35xc

[thewildwomanbook]

W I L D P O E T R Y 🖤 ⠀⠀ I committed myself to ask to be used by the greater power for the greater good. ⠀⠀ I just happened to oversee the small font at the end of this deal I made with myself. ⠀⠀ It reads the following: You will be used for greatness. You will be a messenger. You will be seen as a mirror. ⠀⠀ Then, these were printed in tiny font: ⠀⠀ You will be put in embarrassing circumstances and unbearable situations— for the greater good. You will undergo moments of sorrow and heartaches — for the greater good. ⠀⠀ You will be put through the most challenging relationships. You will find yourself in those you can’t resist, can’t stand and can’t understand — for the greater good. ⠀⠀ You will be used as an example of transformation and growth — and be capable of change. ⠀⠀ When you understand that pain is not painful, the agony doesn’t linger, the suffering is an illusion — you’ve been used for greatness. ⠀⠀ Now that I know this, I still ask to be used — for greatness. ⠀⠀ 🌹#wildpoetry ⠀⠀ — ⠀⠀ #abodeofpoets #artofpoets #avoicefromfaraway #bymepoetry #communityofpoetry #featuredpoems #globalagepoetry #globalpoetcult #heartofpoetsbloom #madewords #newschoolpoetry #onmypoetry #penupthoughts #poems #poemsociety #poemsofinstagram #poetcommunity #poetry #poetryaccount #poetryclub #poetrycommunityofig #poetrycorner #poetryisnotdead #poetrylovers #poetryofinstagram #poets #poetsandwriters #poetsdaily #poetslife (at Miami, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/BuMwjxGhKOo/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1rmxjbliwo14m

[thewildwomanbook]

“The future is feline. The future is not feminine as a secluded notion that steps on top of the masculine, proposing division, proliferating duality and a neverending battle of the sexes. The feminine must rise from her intuitive-feline, daring, sensual and curious innate power. She must rise from her transformative and healing ability, and recognize her magical gift of life-giver to all things, projects and solutions. She must be fierce like a lioness, and act from a deep sense of responsibility, tending to her life, children and her home. The future is feline.” Part II - next post. — #Wildwoman #returningtothewildwoman #bewild #sacredfeminine #divinefeminine #eatingdisorderrecovery #eatingpsychology #wildwomansisterhood #wildpoetry #spirituality #easternphilosophy #woman #union #one (at Miami, Florida) https://www.instagram.com/p/Bt4Hum1BlNW/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=1vpnbn0rp9hmk